go to jail
go
directly to facebook jail
do
not pass go
community
standards
broached
you’re reproached
you
are suspended
do
not collect two hundred
no
correspondence
will
be entered into
jailbird
you think about
community
chest
facebook’s
worst and best
or
chance, the kind of card
that
gets you out for free
or
sends you alone to reminisce
long
days on old kent road
the
ads the threads the saids
you
must unsaid delete
long
the nights dreaming
of
everyone’s lost opinions
being
there trafalgar square
what
did you say
what
were you thinking, even
no
one’s saying a thing
eternity
at leicester square
logon
for a chat jailbird
prove
that you are human
suspended
for saying what
you’ve
weeks fresh faceban
to
remember what it was not
all
the banter on bow street
picking
the rants on piccadilly
choosing
emojis on mayfair
have
you got your emoji back
the
echo chamber of your cell
your
voice in constant backchat
not
so, neither is the future
a
facebook crowd end to end
now
you endure a mass unfriend
options
are to confess
to
a charge that has not been named
a
guilt you are not guilty of
time
will heal your enmity
until
you think throw away the key
reconstruct
your identity
adopt
a separate reality
the
one where the world is scented
before
facebook was invented
where
true friends look you in the eye
you’ve
space to think about why
or
simply gaze at the sky
where
life is not 24-hour cycles
monopolised
by random chaos and
you
permanently stuck on strand
for
once look yourself in the mirror
test
your suspenders
take
a weekend bender
and
leave social media behind
drown
your facebook
and
turn a leaf, contemplate
